I swear the sun is flirting with me

She greets me every morning with a kiss. She tells me she’ll love me till the day I die—and after, too. She promises she’ll come back tomorrow. And she always does.

She gifts me flowers every day and lets me collect all the lovers I please. I swear; the sun is flirting with me.

She makes me blush—permanently. She seduces me into wearing crop tops and cheeky bikinis. She reminds the birds to sing every morning and gives me soft, grassy places to lie down.

She really does care for me. I swear, the sun, she’s flirting with me.